(Hahaha)
Vinyl Days 3, bitch
(Funkmaster Flex)
Kyle on the guitar
Remember that? (Hello?)
Yeah, here we go
Ayy
Ayo, last album on Def Jam, now where the f*cks at?
Independent now, smear they face in my nutsack
College Park next, bitch I saved it for the fans
I've been grindin' since before I could afford a pair of Vans
Recorded this album before they gave me my advance
Sign with another major, nah, no chance
That's like Chicago with no Chance, not a chance
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying 'bout a sample
I had to clear it, now again hearing spirit
Hit the homie Egon, he send a hundred vinyl's
F*ck mixing an album, two track that's the final
Bobby Campbell and Jerry probably smoking the ounces
Of some shit I can't even pronounce
That's my homies, that's my engineers
Many platinum plaques made over the years and many more to come
I feel it in my blood, Paul Dano
Feel it in my bald spot, Anthony Fantano
You plaid-shirt-wearing-motherf*cker, huh
Ayo, ayo
I used to hate you 'cause you shit on my music
But now we homies, I take your criticism and use it
I used to fantasize about murdering you
Choking you to death and watching from your point of view 'til we got friendly
And I realized you wasn't ever tryna end me
One night, midnight, 2020 on the phone
You said the wildest shit that solidified me to stone
You said, you said I built an amazing fanbase and career
I'm successful and I'm f*ckin' worthy to be here
In your opinion is just your opinion
It doesn't matter like your legion of f*ckboy minions
It meant a lot, friend or not
Honesty is everything, it's f*ckin' everything
I remember 2DopeBoyz and Fake Shore Drive
I remember performing before this virus was alive
I remember commenting on rap Genius threads
I remember arguing on Reddit, HipHopHeads
Way before I was famous and criticized
I was just a member of the community in they eyes
And the craziest shit, I'm still the, still the same kid I was
With a love for hip-Hop, now it just got a bigger buzz, what's up?
Logic - LaDonda Lyrics
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(Hahaha)
Vinyl Days 3, bitch
(Funkmaster Flex)
Kyle on the guitar
Remember that? (Hello?)
Yeah, here we go
Ayy
Ayo, last album on Def Jam, now where the f*cks at?
Independent now, smear they face in my nutsack
College Park next, bitch I saved it for the fans
I've been grindin' since before I could afford a pair of Vans
Recorded this album before they gave me my advance
Sign with another major, nah, no chance
That's like Chicago with no Chance, not a chance
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying 'bout a sample
I had to clear it, now again hearing spirit
Hit the homie Egon, he send a hundred vinyl's
F*ck mixing an album, two track that's the final
Bobby Campbell and Jerry probably smoking the ounces
Of some shit I can't even pronounce
That's my homies, that's my engineers
Many platinum plaques made over the years and many more to come
I feel it in my blood, Paul Dano
Feel it in my bald spot, Anthony Fantano
You plaid-shirt-wearing-motherf*cker, huh
Ayo, ayo
I used to hate you 'cause you shit on my music
But now we homies, I take your criticism and use it
I used to fantasize about murdering you
Choking you to death and watching from your point of view 'til we got friendly
And I realized you wasn't ever tryna end me
One night, midnight, 2020 on the phone
You said the wildest shit that solidified me to stone
You said, you said I built an amazing fanbase and career
I'm successful and I'm f*ckin' worthy to be here
In your opinion is just your opinion
It doesn't matter like your legion of f*ckboy minions
It meant a lot, friend or not
Honesty is everything, it's f*ckin' everything
I remember 2DopeBoyz and Fake Shore Drive
I remember performing before this virus was alive
I remember commenting on rap Genius threads
I remember arguing on Reddit, HipHopHeads
Way before I was famous and criticized
I was just a member of the community in they eyes
And the craziest shit, I'm still the, still the same kid I was
With a love for hip-Hop, now it just got a bigger buzz, what's up?
Vinyl Days 3, bitch
(Funkmaster Flex)
Kyle on the guitar
Remember that? (Hello?)
Yeah, here we go
Ayy
Ayo, last album on Def Jam, now where the f*cks at?
Independent now, smear they face in my nutsack
College Park next, bitch I saved it for the fans
I've been grindin' since before I could afford a pair of Vans
Recorded this album before they gave me my advance
Sign with another major, nah, no chance
That's like Chicago with no Chance, not a chance
This beat that you're hearing is a primary example
Of some shit you can accomplish not worrying 'bout a sample
I had to clear it, now again hearing spirit
Hit the homie Egon, he send a hundred vinyl's
F*ck mixing an album, two track that's the final
Bobby Campbell and Jerry probably smoking the ounces
Of some shit I can't even pronounce
That's my homies, that's my engineers
Many platinum plaques made over the years and many more to come
I feel it in my blood, Paul Dano
Feel it in my bald spot, Anthony Fantano
You plaid-shirt-wearing-motherf*cker, huh
Ayo, ayo
I used to hate you 'cause you shit on my music
But now we homies, I take your criticism and use it
I used to fantasize about murdering you
Choking you to death and watching from your point of view 'til we got friendly
And I realized you wasn't ever tryna end me
One night, midnight, 2020 on the phone
You said the wildest shit that solidified me to stone
You said, you said I built an amazing fanbase and career
I'm successful and I'm f*ckin' worthy to be here
In your opinion is just your opinion
It doesn't matter like your legion of f*ckboy minions
It meant a lot, friend or not
Honesty is everything, it's f*ckin' everything
I remember 2DopeBoyz and Fake Shore Drive
I remember performing before this virus was alive
I remember commenting on rap Genius threads
I remember arguing on Reddit, HipHopHeads
Way before I was famous and criticized
I was just a member of the community in they eyes
And the craziest shit, I'm still the, still the same kid I was
With a love for hip-Hop, now it just got a bigger buzz, what's up?
Writer: Robert Bryson Hall II, Regional Garland
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group